Luddite

Grotus

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Running in slow motion, almost in reverse
(The dream always begins the same way)
At first, no one else around is affected
Everything looks the same,
But in the wrong time
I move my mouth but the sound won't come
Heat wave lines ripple up like a TV dream
The sun stays high, not setting
And then the sound starts slipping around
Linear time clock sucks in backwards
Looking out ahead to the past, to a better time
I'm passing myself. See me running by
Relief in a dream of the world.
Running in rewind.